Warning: This story features bondage.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 13 of Kinktober 2025 using the prompt words Relief and Self Bondage.

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Sitting atop my bed, I tore the wrapping paper off the small parcel. Inside was a small box with a letter sitting on it. Reading the letter confirmed what I’d already guessed: this was mailed by my sister who was off on an exotic month-long holiday abroad with her boyfriend.

[Dear Nina]

[How’s things back home? Hope the roommate isn’t still getting on your nerves. You need to take a break and travel out here someday. It’s amazing! Their culture is so different to ours. I’ve sent you a small piece of it as a gift.]

[It's a relief carving of the goddess Amortia. The locals believe that when you speak to it, she can hear you. They say if you wish for your truest deepest desire, she'll grant it. So now you can wish to finally have a boyfriend!]

[Lots of love]

[Your better-looking sister]

[Macy]

I rolled my eyes. She never missed an opportunity to tease me and be a bit of a brat. Still, it was nice that she was thinking of me.

I lifted the lid off the box. Inside was a square block, the edges raised like a frame. The wooden surface had a shallow carving of a female figure. She had a crown of flowers, long flowing hair, and was naked from the waist up. It was impressively detailed.

“So you’ll grant my deepest desire huh? Alright. I wish for a million dollars.”

“....”

The tiny maple face stared back impassively. I wasn’t sure what to expect exactly. Although I did wonder... I felt a little silly as I opened my banking app, just to take a quick peek at my account balance.

No change, obviously. Now I really did feel silly. Why did I feel a little disappointment? It’s not like magic was real. I tossed my phone aside and turned back towards my laptop.

The cursor at the end of the document blinked. I hadn’t written a single word in over an hour. My smutty romance novel was going nowhere.

“Why is writing so hard! What do you think Amortia? Want to give me a hand? I wish I was a great writer.”

I stared at the carving. I stared at the laptop. I waited for the words to pop into my head. Nada. I shoved the laptop back in frustration.

As I sat in glum silence, I felt the carving’s eyes upon me. A thought sparked in my mind. I was almost too shy to say it out loud. There was no-one else to hear it though. What did I have to be afraid of? Admitting my own feelings to myself?

I lifted the goddess carving up and whispered to it.

“I wish... I wish I was tied up.”

The block fell, hitting my lap and tumbling from the bed onto the floor. How did I drop it like that? I was just holding it...

The reason I lost my grip became obvious. I didn’t know how, but my arms were behind my back, and my wrists were stuck firmly together. There was a coil of rope wound tightly around them in multiple loops.

I leapt to my feet in shock. I bent over wrenching and wriggling arms around. The tie was just too strong. I couldn’t loosen or slip out of it.

My heart was fluttering. This was incredible! I’d tried tying my hands behind me before, but it was never tight enough to feel properly stuck. No matter how many tutorials I looked up and followed, it always came loose after a minute of struggling. This was different. This was the real thing.

The carving was lying face-down on the carpet. I sat beside it, awkwardly using my bound hands to lift it up and prop it against the wall facing me.

“Was this you Amortia? Can you really hear me?”

Still no answer. Either I was crazy or experiencing a true miracle. I stretched my legs out before me.

“I... wish my feet were tied!”

In the literal blink of an eye, the sides of my shoes were touching and there was another rope looped several times around my legs just above them. It worked!

I rolled about on the ground, kicking my feet, waggling my hands, revelling in the delighful sensation of being caught. My mind drifted to familiar fantasies of being a helpless damsel in the hands of some gloating villain, my friends watching from afar unable to help me. My head was dizzy from excitement.

It was so tight! But the villain wouldn’t stop there. They’d want to tie me up even more.

“I wish my elbows were tied!”

Once again my limbs were repositioned without me even feeling them move. The insides of my elbows jammed together, with ropes squeezing in on them from above and below with unyielding strength.

“Aach!! Oh jeez that’s really tight. It hurts a little. Ngh...”

My past experiments with elbow-ties went even worse than the wrist ties, barely holding for even 10 seconds. I’d never gotten them even close together at all, nothing like this. It felt so much more restrictive than I’d expected.

I started to panic. Had I gone too far? I might not actually be able to get out of this tie on my own at all, even with access to scissors.

“I-I wish I was untied!”

All the tension left my arms and legs. The ropes actually disappeared! I was worried it was one-way process, adding but not removing. I couldn't believe it. This little wooden marvel was the most perfect tool in existence: a self-bondage control system.

I squealed out loud with delight. I had to take advantage of this properly, right now! I hurried to my bedroom door, closing and locking it to make sure I wouldn’t be discovered or disturbed. I stripped down quickly to my cute pink underwear, as I wanted to feel everything right against my skin. I sat back down and faced the carving. Time for a little testing first.

“Alright goddess. I wish my feet were tied with a belt.”

It worked! A short black leather belt circled my ankles. How much could this be abused. I reached down, unbuckled the belt, and held it up. I’d created something out of nothing, just like that!

I set the belt aside and tried to think of a more valuable restraint to use. Gold chains perhaps? Diamond studded posture collar? Until I looked back beside me... there was nothing there anymore. I looked all around me, but the belt had vanished into thin air. I supposed that was fair. We’d already established that money was not my deepest desire.

“Ok then. I wish I was in a straitjacket.”

A white jacket clothed my upper body, including my arms contained in unmovable sleeves hugging to my chest.

“I wish there was a leg-binder!”

My legs were squashed together inside a long black sheath with the laces strapped up tight. My imagination ran wild. There were so many things I wanted to try. Everything I’d ever daydreamed about but couldn’t do without a partner.

“Okay okay calm yourself Nina. Let’s slow things down. I wish I was free.”

Back into just my underwear. It was reassuring to know that my way-out would always be available. It gave me confidence to push my limits. I laid down onto my stomach.

“I wish I was tied at my hands, feet and knees.”

Ropes sprang into existence everywhere I requested. They were so incredibly snug and secure. This felt amazing! Alright, time to try this again.

“I wish my elbows were tied. Aahh!”

They were snapped together again, fastened so close together my shoulders throbbed. Despite the discomfort, the intense grip sent pleasurable shivers through out me. Time for the fun part.

“I wish I was hogtied.”

My legs were suddenly folded up, with a connecting rope running from the ankle-tie to the elbow-tie. They were pulled so far up! It was simultaneously the best and worst thing ever.

“Aahhahh~. More...”

!!!

A crotchrope materialised! Ohhh lord that felt good. I rocked back and forth, losing my mind as the fibbers shifted against me.

“M... more!”

Additional ropes looped onto my arms and legs, crossing over my chest, squeezing me everywhere. Every slight movement was answered by an oppressive resistance. I struggled against it as hard as I could, feeling tremors of ecstasty ripple over me.

“Haahh~~ Oh lord, I think I’m going t-to... M-more! MMMPH?”

My mouth was stretched open awfully wide. What? A gag? I thought I was just asking for more ropes. It was a huge rubber ballgag, stuffing my mouth horrendously full. The single ballgag I owned was much smaller than this, and even that one wasn’t very comfortable after a while. This was far too much!

“Ah wiph ah waph fweeh”

“....”

It didn’t work? I stared into the eyes of the wooden goddess.

“AH WIPH THH BAWGHG WUPH GAHN!!”

Nothing was happening. My gagged wish wasn’t being acknowledged. Was I stuck? No!! I tried desperately to force the ballgag out. If I could just push it slightly past my lips. I just needed to enunciate the words.

“mmmph?!”

The strap shrank. The ball pulled much deeper and tighter inside my mouth. Worse still, I felt it grow noticeably larger.

“MMMMH!!”

I yelled in outrage and despair, mentally cursing the gag, the ropes, the inanimate deity that trapped me within them. Unfortunately my silent insults did receive an answer.

“Gnnkhh?!!”

All of a sudden the gag inside my mouth had a different, much worse shape. A cylindrical portion extended from the ball along my tongue, poking at the back of my mouth. Did it just twitch in my mouth or was that my imagination? It was like the goddess herself had inserted a surprise part of her anatomy into me.

As I shuddered with revulsion at the phallic addition to my large gag, I heard a door slam outside my room.

“Nina? Are you in?”

My roommate Sandy had arrived home. I actually had to consider whether I’d prefer for her to find me or not. Should I try reaching and using my phone to call someone else instead? She’d have a hard time getting through the locked door anyway.

Sandy was a loud and proud lesbian who liked to tease and flirt with me a lot, sometimes aggressively so. She was awfully attractive though. Pretty face, great hair, nice chest, cute butt... If only I weren’t into boys then maybe...

click!

While I was debating what to do, the door unlocked on its own. The handle moved down on its own. The door swung wide open on its own.

“Hey Sandy. Yeah, I'm in.”

W... what? Those words were spoken aloud in exactly my voice. But I didn’t say anything! I was still heavily ball-and-penis-gagged!

“Sandy can you come in here please? I have a surprise for you.”

My voice... it was coming from the carving! I heard Sandy approaching.

“Huh? What for?”

“The safeword is bnpsujb.”

What was that? Whatever that safeword was supposed to be, it didn’t sound like anything to my ears. I was denied from learning what it was.

“Safeword? Nina what on earth are you talking abou... Oh... Well hello~”

“Mmmph!”

“How did you get yourself gagged so fast? Wow this is some incredible self-bondage. And you did this all for me huh~?”

“Nnngh! Nnnnnh!”

“To be honest, even with all the flirting, I didn’t think you were ever really into me. Though I did kinda... fantasise about us a lot. I can’t believe you actually had the same desires all along.”

“Mmm?”

“Don’t worry Nina, I’ll make both our wishes come true~”

She closed my bedroom door, creating an intimate space for only me, her, and a peeping goddess.